My master lives in a poor family. He is the backbone of the family. His wife is sick in bed all the year round and has a four-year-old child, but he has no complaints. But he has no culture, just an ordinary worker. Years of fatigue caused him to suffer from a series of minor problems, and his vision continued to decline.
One morning, he put me in his pocket and took the child by the hand to buy some necessities. Because he didn't put me in a deep pocket, but on the edge of his pocket, I lay there quietly looking at the scenery outside. Along the way, the father and son talked and laughed, and the shaking of walking made me fall near the shopping mall and was blown to the edge of a small hole by the wind. I am very reluctant to leave this warm pocket with many patches. How I wish he could find out! Soon, when he paid, he found that I was missing, and he immediately began to look for it.
He bent down to look for it carefully, never letting go of every corner, but he may not be able to find me because of eye diseases. Not long after, he also found this problem. Just then, a well-dressed man in a suit and tie came. It seems that he is a very rich man. He went up to him and said, "hello, sir, I have an eye disease." Can you help me? " The rich man looked at him and said, "What good is it for me to help you? Besides, what is that money? " Say that finish, swaggering away. My 100 yuan is like nine Niu Yi hairs for the rich, but it is half a month's expense for the poor!
It's almost noon and it's getting hotter and hotter. The child kept pulling his father's skirt and said, "Dad, I'm thirsty. I'm so hot." He also became restless. At this time, a kind old woman came, and when she saw him in a hurry, she was kind.
Q: "What's the matter with you? What's missing? " "My money is gone," he said impatiently. "Don't worry, I'll help you find it." "Thank you!" After a few simple words, the two began to look for it. I wish I could grow legs and run to him so that they don't have to bother looking for me. The burning sun made grandma weak, so it seems that the old man can't help him.
He continued to insist. An idle young man walked slowly, and he soon found me.
Staring at me, he had a bad idea in his head. He rushed at me, grabbed me and tried to escape. He grabbed the young man's hand and said, "Thank you for helping me get my money back. Can I have it back? " "You?
what's up Is there any evidence that it is yours? "Two people had an altercation and robbed me. Tear me in half.
one half ...
Who turned me into a piece of waste paper? That young man? No, and that arrogant, mercenary rich man!